A Little Funky

Comfy and Casual

An Early Spring Outfit

Help! My Tatas have made me a prisoner in my own home!

So yesterday was a very interesting day. In the evening, I started to feel a little dizzy, short of breath and my heart started racing. My hands were shaking like crazy and I just pretty much felt like dookie. Well, I’ve been really stressed lately so I just figured it was that and since I had some shopping to do I would head out to the store. Halfway through my shopping, I broke out into a cold sweat, heart started pounding like it was going to explode and all the other previous mentioned symptoms returned. I got scared thinking maybe I was having a heart attack and went to the E.R. They hooked me up, said my ekg looked good but they wanted to keep me at least overnight. There was no way… I told them I have too much going on and I couldn’t stay. Sooo they want to send me home with a heart monitor to record for 24 hours.

Okay, no problem, right? WRONG. I didn’t realize I wouldn’t be able to wear my bra with the monitor. Um, I haven’t been in public without a bra since about 1986 (when I got boobies). I don’t like the way it feels, the way it looks and it’s driving me insane! Walking from the E.R. out to the van I crossed my arms in front of my chest and just felt like everyone was staring at the two fat sacks dangling from my chest. =/ I have things I need to get done today but there’s no way I’m leaving this house without a bra. I’m, ahem, well-endowed and without my bra I feel gross. I know we’re supposed to love our bodies but I’m seriously freaking out over this. You’d think I’d be more worried about whatever might be wrong with my heart but nope, can’t get my mind off the tatas! Guess you’d never catch me burning my bras, huh? How do women go without their bra? Especially women with large chests? Can you go without a bra in public?

When you tell me I can’t, it makes me want to even more!

We all know that fat chicks shouldn’t wear all white, horizontal stripes are a no-no, and you shouldn’t wear a turtleneck if you have a double chin. These are all rules given to us by the Fashion Police. But you know what? I don’t really like rules… never have. Some rules are absolutely made to be broken. I can’t wear stripes with plaid? I think I will. Skinny jeans just don’t look right on chubby gals? I’ll wear them if I want to. I know that part of being stylish is knowing what you look good in and trying to flatter your figure but I also think it boils down to what you’re comfortable in. I get tired of looking in the mirror and thinking I look good but second guessing my choices because of some damn rules made by someone I don’t even know. Why should I care what they think? If I think it looks good, it feels good, and I’m comfortable wearing it, I’m going to. End of discussion. Have a nice day!